A letter for the future
Created | Updated Sep 10, 2004
Dear ________,
I don’t know who you are, because I havent met you yet. But I am going to write you a letter.
I hope that when we meet, you will right away understand that I am different. Not in a bad way though. On the outside, I have been told I look (somewhat) normal. In fact, it is not until you talk to me and find out that I am more than just an empty shell that you realize I do not follow the well beaten path of conformity. We are all adrift in the sea of conformity without a lifeboat, but I have a paddle.
I hope that when we meet, and after we get to know eachother you will still like me for who I am. I hope that you will learn my moods, and learn how to respond to me. I hope you will learn what I look like when I need a hug. I hope you give good hugs. I like hugs.
I hope that when I cry, you will make it better, and that when I am feeling lonely, sad or insecure, you will hold my hand and tell me that everything will be ok. I hope that you can make everything be ok.
I hope that you like watching cheesey movies, and eating popcorn and dancing in the rain. I hope that you like staying up all night and eating ice cream while talking about everything from how you got that scar on your left knee to whether or not you believe in God.
I hope you have a strong set of beliefs, whatever they may be. And I promise to support you in whatever you believe, in whatever you do... all I ask is for some support from you.
I hope that you don’t mind me being a terrible cook. Because I am a terrible cook. So I hope you like macaroni and cheese. Unless you can cook, which I hope you do.
When I say stupid things like “Do I look fat?” I hope that you just shake your head and tell me I am beautiful. I hope that you love me. Because I already love you, whoever you are.
I could go on for ages about things that I hope you are, or things I hope you like (like eating popsicles on a warm summer day) but I will stop for now. I know that this is a lot to ask, and that at first I may not seem worth it. But believe me, you and I were meant to be. So when we meet, soon I hope, I wont be angry that it took you so long but happy that I have finally found you. Until then, I am waiting. I hope you find me soon.
I don’t know who you are, because I havent met you yet. But I am going to write you a letter.
I hope that when we meet, you will right away understand that I am different. Not in a bad way though. On the outside, I have been told I look (somewhat) normal. In fact, it is not until you talk to me and find out that I am more than just an empty shell that you realize I do not follow the well beaten path of conformity. We are all adrift in the sea of conformity without a lifeboat, but I have a paddle.
I hope that when we meet, and after we get to know eachother you will still like me for who I am. I hope that you will learn my moods, and learn how to respond to me. I hope you will learn what I look like when I need a hug. I hope you give good hugs. I like hugs.
I hope that when I cry, you will make it better, and that when I am feeling lonely, sad or insecure, you will hold my hand and tell me that everything will be ok. I hope that you can make everything be ok.
I hope that you like watching cheesey movies, and eating popcorn and dancing in the rain. I hope that you like staying up all night and eating ice cream while talking about everything from how you got that scar on your left knee to whether or not you believe in God.
I hope you have a strong set of beliefs, whatever they may be. And I promise to support you in whatever you believe, in whatever you do... all I ask is for some support from you.
I hope that you don’t mind me being a terrible cook. Because I am a terrible cook. So I hope you like macaroni and cheese. Unless you can cook, which I hope you do.
When I say stupid things like “Do I look fat?” I hope that you just shake your head and tell me I am beautiful. I hope that you love me. Because I already love you, whoever you are.
I could go on for ages about things that I hope you are, or things I hope you like (like eating popsicles on a warm summer day) but I will stop for now. I know that this is a lot to ask, and that at first I may not seem worth it. But believe me, you and I were meant to be. So when we meet, soon I hope, I wont be angry that it took you so long but happy that I have finally found you. Until then, I am waiting. I hope you find me soon.
